Dialogue with the Butterfly
"I cannot reach for the rainbow,
neither can I make one,
but you, by your wings and wand,
build the biggest crown."
Dr Abe V Rotor
Exquisite netted venation of a butterfly wing, representing nature's architecture universal in the insect world, flying foxes, leaves of most plants, and blood vessels in human and other creatures.
Author's daughter, Anna, is amused by friendly butterflies at a botanical garden in Bangkok, Thailand.
Fly me to your world, oh butterfly,where flows the Pierian Spring*,the fountain of youth eternal,where Syrphids dance and sing.
I'd rather wish to be in your gardenfoe and friend yet we're one,where the tree of knowledge blooms,nurtured by rain and sun.
I cannot reach for the rainbow,neither can I make one,but you, by your wings and wand,build the biggest crown.
Your sense of beauty’s not ours,fleeting and elusive,ephemeral to your senses all,before it is perceived.
Just for once, oh butterfly, to leavethe home of my ancestor,I shall cease to ask another favornor crave for more.
Then I shall fly no more in your garden;the flowers will die with the fountain,and all that lives shall crave the samewith nothing to hope and gain. ~
*In Greek mythology, the Pierian Spring of Macedonia was sacred to the Muses. As the metaphorical source of knowledge of art and science, it was popularized by a couplet in Alexander Pope's 1711 poem "An Essay on Criticism": "A little learning is a dang'rous thing; / Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring." Wikipedia
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